Night Flower

Chapter 1: It Approached Me

Third Person POV:

Throughout pre-school and elementary school years, Munfurawa always yearned for connections and friends.

Would you blame him? He was a kid at the time. The idea of going to school, this building with others his age to hang out with, was exciting. He remembered vividly his parents made it out to be the best thing ever.

Maybe that was because he came from a family background that valued education. Munfurawa did not look like the typical Japanese person. He had a rather dark complexion compared to his peers, and had a noticeable different culture compared to them.

Rather than being of Japanese in origin, Munfurawa and his family were descendent of immigrants, or rather prisoners of war who were allowed to integrate into Japanese culture as a result.

Being born on a Japanese Island with as few as 50,000 people, life was uniquely scarce of others beings, he felt, and he always yearned to talk to others.

So, when he got the chance to finally make friends, his face was full of hurt when no kid wanted to be around him. For reasons unknown to Munfurawa, none of the kids liked him. He became an outcast, at such a young age.

It wasn't that he hadn't tried hard enough, it seemed that he was too different to be liked by his soon to be peers. Once his first go at searching for friends failed, he spent most of his times in his studies, observing the groups created.

It seemed that as the years went on, nothing changed.

As they got older, his peer's views changed of him, not for the better. Their actions towards Munfurawa became worse, and sometimes resorted to looks of disgust and even taunting.

He remembered one specific moment in his elementary school days, specifically grade two, that ruined his entire elementary school experience, cementing the fact he would never befriend anyone.

And it was because of a girl.

Munfurawa was glad this girl accepted his request to be friends. She had moved to the same elementary school, and Munfurawa had met Shibata Hana, outside at a playground, alone. He quickly befriended her and was excited to talk to her when she would finally move into his class.

That is, until she finally did.

Hana had looked at Munfurawa, all alone, compared to the group on the other side, and chose to hang out with the group. She had not once, acknowledged Munfurawa from the playground, and she even assisted the group in the silent torment that finally broke his last hope.

The next day he was ambushed by that same group and sneered when Hana had told them about how he had stalked her at the playground. To say Munfurawa was shocked was an understatement. Know he was displayed by everyone as a stalker and thus they shunned him even more.

However, the stupid evil smirk Hana had given towards Munfurawa, while everyone was focused on tormenting him, went unnoticed by everyone, but it's target.

Hana had chosen numbers over connections, and Munfurawa had lost his last chance at a connection.

He had no passion, no matter what he chose, he could never have it click with him. He was incompatible. Whether it was with the class, recreational activities, or even with his parents, he had nothing.

All he could do was focus on his academic performance, which was where we excelled. He was usually at the top of the board in everything, as he spent most of his time studying. It was all he did. All the while observing the characteristics of every peer he had, developing an understanding of how they acted. He began to read books instead of talk to groups. He would eat outside the school whilst others his age stuck to groups, talking about common interests. His life had delved away from communicating with others, and rather observing how others in his class worked, and his studies.